They clipped my claws! I hate having my claws clipped. I am mad! I am going to hide behind the fish tank. They won’t see me. I am never coming out again (or at least until dinner). – Noel, the Christmas Cat
This really does redefine the words ‘Teacher’s Pet.’ I teach virtually and video record my sessions. I don’t think there is one session in the last 6 months that Miss Mini Cooper has not attended. And now she has Nine getting into the act.
They may look innocent, but this was just a moment between catfighting. I assume Nine started because he usually does. Mini will be calmly sleeping on the top platform, and big brother will come screaming up the sides and attack her. Mini does start sometimes, but usually, it’s him. Thankfully, blood is rarely shed with these two.
I don’t mind that Noel has decided that sleeping pretty much all day and all night on my bed is now her life. But, can anyone tell me why she has to eat my hair when I get into bed?
The other day, as I was sorting through some real pictures, you know the ones we took before digital cameras, I came across this 2005 of Gertrude and me. She loved to pester me whenever I was eating or reading or basically doing anything. Noel reminds me a great deal of Gertrude. Gerty left us in 2007. It’s funny how some of them burn a bigger hole in your heart. Maybe it’s time for a long-haired calico again?
I know this is Mom’s side table, but it looked like a box to me.
